Flying with the imagination
A Different Revolution
Juan David Gamboa Soler. 8A
The animals were motivated by Old Major’ s stirring speech about the cruel human farmer, Mr. Jones. In the early days of their self-rule, everything seemed to go well. The harvests were bountiful, and the animals brimmed with pride and optimism. The pigs, being the smartest of the bunch, naturally stepped into leadership roles, but their authority didn’ t instantly lead to corruption.
A pivotal moment came during the heated debate over the windmill. Snowball, the idealist, passionately championed the windmill, convinced it would pave the way for a brighter future for everyone. On the other hand, Napoleon, the pragmatist, strongly opposed it, insisting they needed to prioritize immediate food production. This debate didn’ t spiral into a violent takeover. Instead, the animals cast their votes, and the majority rallied behind Snowball. Napoleon, despite his anger, had no choice but to accept the democratic outcome. Feeling defeated, Napoleon withdrew from the public eye, but he didn’ t abandon the farm. Instead, he homed in on his strengths, quietly rallying the hens to produce more eggs and the pigs to come up with better farming methods. When a fierce storm later wrecked the partially constructed windmill, Napoleon didn’ t pin the blame on Snowball. He viewed it as a lesson in planning and logistics. Snowball, humbled by the setback, joined forces
with Napoleon to rebuild. Their contrasting styles turned out to be a powerful mix. Snowball’ s visionary ideas were grounded by Napoleon’ s practicality. The animals witnessed their leaders collaborating, which only strengthened their faith in the rebellion. As the years rolled on, the farm flourished. The pigs, aware of the risks that came with their growing power, set up a formal council with representatives from every animal type. The Seven Commandments stayed intact, acting as the foundation for their society. When Boxer, the hardworking horse, fell ill, he wasn’ t sent off to the glue factory. Instead, the animals built him a cozy retirement stall, honoring him as a hero for his dedication.
At the end, the animals of Animal Farm succeeded in creating a lasting community rooted in Old Major’ s dream of equality. They hadn’ t just survived; they thrived together.
Mystery on Cristobal’ s Mansion
Andres Felipe Quiroga Ardila. 8B
Cristobal, a cold and eccentric millionaire, invited six of his old friends and his ex-girlfriend, Elena, to his private mansion for his 40 th birthday. The mansion stood isolated on a cliffside, overlooking the sea, surrounded by mist and ancient pines.
As the guest arrived one by one, Cristobal greeted them with icy sarcasm, mocking their jobs, looks and choices in life. Elena arrived last. The tension between her and Cristobal was palpable. The air felt heavy. Dinner was served in the grand dining hall, lit only by a chandelier. Just as Cristobal raised a glass to give a twisted toast, the lights flickered then went out completely. A scream echoed through the darkness. The lights returned. One guest, Marcus, was gone. The others panicked. The doors were locked. No cell signal. No staff in sight, only the bold butler, Mr. Albrecht, who claimed to know nothing. Cristobal showed little concern:“ Probably just a joke. Marcus loves drama.” The night continued with suspicion and fear. Elena demanded answers, but Cristobal dismissed her coldly.
Later, as they searched the halls, another guest, Leo, went to check the basement. He never came back. Panic turned to paranoia. One guest accused another. Cristobal laughed, amused by chaos. But behind closed doors, whispers moved through the mansion. Mr. Albrecht roamed the corridors silently, always watching. At midnight, another scream. Javier was gone, then Tom, then Nolan. By 2 am, only Cristobal, Elena, and David remained. They huddle in the study. David locked the door. Moments later, a shadow passed the frosted glass. The door creaked open. David rushed to stop it. But it was too late.
Elena ran. She darted through the halls, her heart hammering. She reached the garden, barefoot and shaking. Somewhere behind her, heavy steps. She saw the old LEGO statue Cristobal had built in his childhood and crawled behind it, hiding in silence. A figure approached. She held her breath. A flash of silver. A single gasp, and then nothing. A soft light glowed from the mansion’ s upper window. It was Cristobal’ s bedroom. He lay in bed, snoring gently, completely unaware of the horror that had unfolded. Outside, Mr. Albrecht calmly walked away from the body of Elena, a faint smile on his lips. He entered the mansion and entered Cristobal’ s room. He looked down at his sleeping master.“ Happy birthday”, he whispered, turning off the light. And the house fell into darkness once again.
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